Nine
Kyla hadn’t expected to be moving. That was just one thing in a long list of details that she and Raleigh hadn’t had a chance to work out before their wedding. But after Hamish, Connor, and Zeke had left them in Gibraltar for their twenty-four-hour “honeymoon,” they’d finally sat down to hash out the details. She couldn’t fault his logic that it would be far easier to sell the fiction of their marriage from Lochmara. No one else was in residence to know that they were sleeping in separate bedrooms, and they’d be more free to be themselves without her brother’s or uncle’s potentially prying eyes.
If she felt a bit of a pang packing her things and leaving Ardinmuir, it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be back daily to continue the business of running the estate and preparing for the upcoming
